Worse than trapping...
Did a fair bit of trapping in my youth, and it was, indeed, awful. There is a job that tops it however, there was still danger, pain, and hatred of my employer, but for drastically less money. I was... a mall mascot. To be precise, I was "Dumpster Dan", the mascot composed entirely of things that should be recycled but 'tragically' end up being thrown away. My job was to walk up and down the each and every aisle of one of our local malls (not one of the good ones either) handing out flyers to people as a reminder to be more environmentally conscious. The irony of handing out flyers that immediately found their way into the trash bins (and the floor) of the mall to promote recycling was not lost on me even then. The agony was not the non-breathing plastic costume which smelled like feet and vomit and was absolutely sweltering inside. Nor the sneers and looks of distrust by the common mall patron. It was the packs of 13 year old punks who made my life hell. I was punched, tripped, hit with chairs, nearly pushed down an escalator, on top of jeers, taunts, and just being shoved and laughed at. I lasted 4 hours before removing the costume in the mens room and leaving it there while I walked home. Not surprisingly, I was never paid.

PS. The gun-nuts I worked for later on eventually got theirs. Turns out the lead form their shot seeped into the groundwater in the nature preserve about 2 km away. Government seized everything.
(Savitar, Thu 23 Feb 2006, 8:27, Reply)